Jul 302014
| A dagger thrust at my own heart, Dictates the way I’m swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, To the twisting of the blade.
What am I? |
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| A dagger thrust at my own heart, Dictates the way I’m swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, To the twisting of the blade.
What am I? |
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